'Wise, as I've reported, is healing from having a rogue body part cut out of her. It had been an adrenal gland. In 'Wise's words, "it bled out, grew a shell, kept bleeding, and became the gigantic cyst we all know and love." After that, she's been convalescing as best as she can, and she's wanting entertainment so as not to go stir-crazy. So I drove to their place and delivered a bunch of stuff: handfuls of Caitlin R. Kiernan and Poppy Z. Brite novels (including Caitlin's erotica books!), the scripts for the original Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy radio episodes (plus those episodes on CD), Lenny Bruce's The Essential Lenny Bruce and his autobiography How to Talk Dirty and Influence People, comics by Dame Darcy and Brian Michael Bendis (that's probably the first time both of them have been mentioned in the same list!), some Harlan Ellison, some Stephen King, some Joe R. Lansdale...a real-grab-bag. (I was organizing books this weekend, and kept pulling books saying "Hey, maybe she'd like this...") And that doesn't even include the DVDs. That was a whole other bag: stuff like Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Cannibal! The Musical, The Iron Giant, and Some Like It Hot.
I showed up at their place, and knocked on the door about as quietly as possible (I didn't want to put the bags down, so tapping with one knuckle was about the best I could do without slamming the bags o' books into the door) which wound up being a good idea as anything much louder would've caused the many, many animals of 'Wise and Tanuki to go a little nuts. He squeezed out through the barely-opened door to pick up the bags outside, so as not to disturb the animals. I handed off the bags, then ran down to the front of the yard and brought up the phone books that had been dropped off for them, "because that's just the kind of helpful guy I am," I told him. He had me leave those on the front steps, so he can recycle them later. He also said "I can see that there will be some things I'll really like, too." He's welcome to them, too. They're bound to like at least a good portion of the stuff I left for them.